“His first two months at Brakebills spun by, and soon red and gold leaves were scattering across the Sea, as if they were being pushed by invisible brooms – which possibly they were? – and the flanks of the slow-moving topiary beasts in the Maze showed streaks of color. Quentin.”

“His first two months at Brakebills spun by, and soon red and gold leaves were scattering across the Sea, as if they were being pushed by invisible brooms – which possibly they were? – and the flanks of the slow-moving topiary beasts in the Maze showed streaks of color. Quentin.”

— Lev Grossman